Zaeed wasn’t exactly good at poker. He wasn’t awful, per se; he just didn’t see how it could be anything other than luck. That didn’t bother him, though. He had played since he was young, and always knew how high he could bet. It helped that he didn’t have enough credits to begin with, so he just didn’t play it all that often.

He had money to waste now, though. Perks of living as long as he had, he supposed. So he sat quietly, a cigar pursed in his lips as he held the digital cards. They felt cool and airy between his fingers. The little device on the table flicked out another card, and he puffed out a bit of smoke as he peered at it.

The pile of credits to the side were digital too, though they it was very much real money. It tended to take people by surprise, not paying attention when betting their money. He’d learned the hard way.